Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a land - slide,
no escape from re - ality.
Open your eyes, look up to the skies and see.
I'm just a poor boy,
I need no sympathy, because I'm
easy come, easy go,
little high, little low.
Anyway the wind blows doesn't really matter to me, to me.
Mama
just killed a man,
put a gun against his head,
pulled my trigger, now he's dead.
Mama,
life had just begun,
but now I've gone and
thrown it all a way.
Mama,
ooh
didn't mean to make you cry.
If I'm not back again this time
tomorrow,
carry on, carry on
as if nothing really matters.
Too late,
my time has come,
sends shivers down my spine,
body's aching all the time.
Goodbye, everybody,
I've got to go,
gotta leave you all
behind and face the truth.
Mama,
ooh
I don't want to die,
I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all.
[ Solo ]
I see a little silhouet to of a man.
Scaramouche, Scaramouche,
will you do the Fandango?
Thunderbolt and lightning
very, very fright'ning me.
Gallileo, Gallileo, Gallileo, Figaro, Magnifico.
I'm just a poor boy and
no-bod-y loves me.
He's just a poor boy
from a poor family.
Spare him his life from this
7F
monstrosity.
Easy come, easy go,
will you let me go?
Bismillah!
No,
we will not let you go. (Let him go)
Bismillah!
we will not let you go. (Let him go)
Bismillah!
we will not let you go. (Let me go)
will not let you go. (Let me go)
will not let you go.
(Never let me go)
Ahhhhhhhhh
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Oh, Mama mia, Mama mia
Mama mia, let me go.
Be-el-ze-bub has a devil put aside for me,
for me, for me.
So you think you can stone me
and spit in my eye.
So you think you can love me
and leave me to die.
Oh, baby,
can't do this to me, baby.
Just gotta get out,
just gotta get right
outta here.
Nothing really matters,
anyone can see.
Nothing really matters,
nothing really matters
Ebdi7
to me.
[ -9 ]
Any way the wind blows.